Pump Up the Volume

Like most teenagers, my boy likes the volume of music to be loud. It drives me crazy.

"Can't you hear it at a lower level?" I asked when it was blaring out of his room.

"Yeah," he said. "But it's more fun when it's loud." 

Fast forward to later in the day when I had to drive him somewhere. He knows I dislike it when he turns the volume up in my car. He turns it up. I turn it down. So now he has a new way to torment me. Let me tell you about it. When he got into the car, I noticed a black cylindrical apparatus in his hand.

I narrowed my eyes. "What's that?"

He grinned. "You'll see."

A few minutes into our trip, he hooked the thing up to his phone. Then the music started. I tell you what, the windows in my car vibrated from the heavy bass that came out of the apparatus.  The thing he had brought was a speaker. A wireless one.  And it made a whole lot of noise!

The bad news was, I couldn't turn the volume down, which is exactly what he'd planned. But what he hadn't planned on was the wrath of the Mama. Speakers of any kind are now banned. At least in my car and in my presence.


Do any of you have teenagers that blast loud music? Or were any of you teenagers who drove your parents nuts with loud music? 



Before I go, I'd like to let you know about an author interview I did for LitPick. If you'd like to find out where my favorite place to write is, go here.